Lacquered Poems - Poems about Lacquered

...I want (to end) it all Mutilaem K.P I am watching 3 inches off of the floor, The man outside waits at my door I know the screams from within the box Howl and call upon your order upon the roc......

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...The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengea......

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...Watch as the archer of sorrow steps slowly among the shadows of lost memories, Clad in robes woven from the threads of promises forgotten on the shelves of time, His quiver rattling with arrows soa......

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... she sits at the bar near chamberlain high school, her nails chewed to nothing, a lipstick smear on the rim of her glass. the men orbit her like moths, drawn to her heat, but she keeps her eyes......

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...A frothy crown, pale as the whites  Of eyes widened with fascination, Perched on a robust body, deep as molasses. Brooding; concealing a warm rapport. But still so condescending, its stout postur......

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...The Monster is massive with fangs and with claws all lacquered and sharpened sticking out from its jaws The Monster is ghoulish with deep, sunken eyes it speaks whispers of wi......

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...In lacquered boxes, six feet down, Rest whispers of the unbought crown - The paintings left in mental drafts, The kindness stored away in crafts. Between the satin folds they place The morning......

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...This is the tale of young Polkahontus. She lives in the forest; her aim is to taunt us. The squeezebox is ancient; it’s lacquered and red; she communes with the spirits and plays for the dead. ......

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...Imagination nude liquored and lacquered lips ember-breathing phoenix ..lighter fluid magic when let loose near a flame.. combustible thigh-highs when moonshine-high is nigh— the moon she bathe......

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...Meeting a princess It was, according to the old, the coldest winter any could remember, the wise said it was because the war had disturbed the weather pattern One day, it snowed, then it got m......

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...I am as an infant Reaching For the stars Above my crib Fascinated so By shiny A piece Of metal scraps And lacquered wood Hanging By silver threads On the lattice Of the skies.......

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...Paris was built gray, though in summer, the trees and the umbrellas upload color. The architecture spills over into gay shades of silver and pewter. Edinburgh is gray, gray are the plastic rain......

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... after Dilly Dally She bought a button to be pinned on vintage dresses to be placed back on the lacquered shelf after another day at the gallery: getting lost in brushstrokes of ligh......

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...rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic, a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags hitting tree tops, branch......

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...Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical The following poem crafted not quite thirty months ago, when severe bad hair day found yours truly self sequestered toying with noti......

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